This is a story I wrote for my writing class. It's a mind thriller about a girl on a subway who is followed home by a terrorist in 1985. I hope you enjoy!

the entire story lmao

The man sat next to me and gave me a glance, checking me out. I was knackered from my long day’s work and I was finally going home to my flat to see my darling, my newlywed husband by the name Adrien. It was January 17th of 1985 in London, England. We were famous for our Princess Diana and our Queen Elizabeth. It was 8:30 and the darkness was approaching. I was nervous and anxious to get home, especially since this man, a suspicious looking man, was sitting by my side when he shouldn’t be. I was wearing a diamond ring, my wedding ring, on my finger. Suddenly, the dark-skinned man touched me! He put his hand on my leg! Or did he? Was he simply adjusting himself to be comfortable? I had no idea what on earth was going to happen next. The man had a big chest that made him seem like he had amour on. He wore a bandana that covered his nose that was the color of rust. The man had jet black hair that drooped over his shoulders, slicked back with oil. It made my eyes water just looking at it. I could tell by the look in his brown eyes that he was grinning at me. It made me very uncomfortable. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and the tube came to a halt. It was a mortifying moment. Almost as it seemed as the man caused it to happen by simply grinning. I could hear a low cackle as the other people on the tube gasped and held their children. There was a bright flashing light from the engineer. “There’s been a power cut, and we aren’t going anywhere for a bit,” he announced. The man stood up, I could feel the weight being lifted with him. I felt as I was going to soil my trousers. Adrien would never allow me to hear the end of the jokes if I did. If I even lived throughout this terrible moment. I had a history of panic attacks that have caused me to stop breathing for long moments of time, to the point where I turned blue and passed out. There was another girl on the side of me, she looked as the age of eleven. She held onto her mother and buried her face into her front. The mother, as I could tell, was holding onto the girl in a frightened attitude. Suddenly, the man started walking around, shadows being moved from the light of the engineer’s flashlight. I wish Adrien was here so I could hold onto him, but I had the bad luck of riding alone. I had a feeling I wouldn’t return to work the next day, I had a feeling that I would never see Adrien again, I had a feeling that we would never be able to have a family, even if it were to simply own a cat or dog together. I had a feeling that I would never be found. I had a feeling that I would give my last breath tonight. I was thankful for the letter I left on the table today for my husband, the one where I said “I love you!” too many times. Tears started to develop into my eyes, I could feel my breath quickly shortening. The shadow of the man glided along the subway, swinging something around. Was it a bag? A weapon? Quite possibly a body? The thoughts made me hyperventilate. Where I quickly stopped breathing and fainted, falling against my seat. My world went dark, and my thoughts became no more. I felt as I was flying in air, slowly and gently, my arms lifted high and my back arched back, it was an eternal pit of darkness. All I could think about was Adrien. My husband, my everything, my love. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to see him. I couldn’t imagine his face if he were to hear of this death that could creep upon me. He would break down, he would never see the light of day. He’d hide in his bed. He told me every once in awhile while we were engaged that he would be lost without me. Whatever could Adrien do? My thoughts sudden began to swirl together into reality.

I sat up and the power was back on. The subway was still not moving, and the only person I could see was the man. The man removed his bandana and revealed a grin. He began to walk towards me, I could feel my body heat rising again. But my breathing didn’t change. It simply became more quiet. Suddenly, the man wrapped the bandana around my wrist. “You hit the chair as you fainted and your wrist is bleeding,” he began, “so I decided to stay on until you gained consciousness again. As a soldier in Iraq, it’s my duty to help citizens.” A soldier? In Iraq? I didn’t even know Iraq was into trouble with the United Kingdom. I nodded and thanked him, stepping outside the tube and into the city again. I wanted to run home immediately, it was late. Extremely late. Adrien was probably worried sick. I put the umbrella up in the air and began to run, I ran like the devil was on my heels. “Savane!” Adrien hollered out at me, I dropped my umbrella and ran into the building, up the stairs, and stopped at my door. Adrien was on the balcony waiting for me, and I was ready to see him and eat some roast from the crockpot that I set out previously. Suddenly, I froze like a statue. My breathing started off slow again and I felt a gloved hand on my mouth. “You really believed all that jazz, toots?” I heard a familiar tone, “I’m wanted in The United States Of America, now I’m here in the United Kingdom where I could get away with anything. I did wait for your stop, but I killed everyone in another tube earlier. I’m a professional. A member of a gang. And your stares and disprovement made me angry.” My heart began to pound like a hammer nailing nails to wood. I remained silent, I thought my blood would boil over. My entire body shook like a leaf as he reached his hand into his vest. My vision became a blur. Everything was going slow again. I could feel the muscles in my legs slowly collapsing. I wanted to scream out for help but I knew that would never work. The ceiling lights reflected against the charcoal-colored steel of the man’s gun, and I knew I was a goner. I looked up in despair to see what he was going to do next. Death was approaching. It was like the Grim Reaper was behind me to take my soul away. And I wish he would do the job sooner. A crack of thunder known as the first gunshot went right through my door. I was mortified. I heard several clicks down the hallways of other flats’ doors and gasps and I knew I was going to be next. I quickly ducked as rhythmic fireworks of terrifying gunshots were shot through my door. My heart pounded. I heard a door slam and then running! “Savane!” yelled Adrien. I could see him in our flat running towards the door. My heart pounded. I slammed myself against the flat door to keep him out, I knew I was making an ultimate sacrifice. I knew that if one of us had to die, that it would be me. I knew that when I realized as a young high-school student in love that I would do anything for this man. And now is the time I showed it. Suddenly, I felt confident. I was tired of being pushed around. I was ready for whatever was going to happen. And I knew that I was doing it to be the hero. I knew that’s what sacrifice I had made. The man grabbed me by a handful of my brown hair and took a ran, he took me with him. I knew what was going to happen nextI knew that I was being taken away to where I would never see the ones I loved again.

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